You're just feeling the aftermath

My heart raced as I complied, bending at the waist and gripping the edge of the tub. The cool air in the bathroom hit my wet, naked body, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. I could feel him position himself behind me, his hardness pressing against my backside. "Is this what you want?" he murmured in my ear, his breath hot and ragged.

"Yes," I whimpered, my voice shaking. "I want it all."

Kael's hand traveled down my body, his fingers tracing the line of my spine before sliding down to my pussy. He spread my legs wider, his hand cupping my ass, his thumb brushing against my tight hole. "So eager," he murmured.

I gasped as he pushed one finger inside me, the sensation foreign but strangely welcome. His other hand wrapped around his cock, the sound of his palm against his shaft echoing in the quiet bathroom. He pressed the tip against my entrance, the blunt pressure making me quiver.

Ready, baby?" he asked, his voice a dark promise.

I nodded, my breath coming in quick gasps. "Y-yes, Kael."

Without warning, he slammed into me, filling me up in one swift motion. I screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as my body stretched to accommodate his size. He didn’t give me any time to adjust, immediately starting to thrust hard and fast. Each time he slammed into me, his hand came down on my ass with a firm smack, leaving a burning trail of fire.

My knees felt weak, but his strong arm around my waist kept me upright, his other hand still playing with my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. His grunts grew louder, his hips moving faster, and I knew he was close.

"You're going to make Daddy cum," he growled in my ear, his voice thick with need. "You're going to make Daddy fill you up, aren't you, baby?"

I nodded, my voice lost to the overwhelming sensations. The pain had become a part of the pleasure, a strange feeling of sensations that had my body writhing in pleasure. His hand moved faster, his thumb pressing down on my clit as his cock slammed into me, filling me completely.

Then he did something I wasn't expecting. He left my clit and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me backwards with a force that made me gasp. His dick pushed even deeper into me, the sudden intrusion making me scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure. He didn't stop, though—his hips just kept moving, thrusting into me over and over again, his grip on my hair keeping me in place.

With his free hand, he reached around to my breasts, cupping one in his palm before giving it a rough squeeze. I could feel my nipples hardening under his touch,  the pain was intense. He played with my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until it was a tight peak, all the while his other hand was still buried in my hair.

He began to pull on my hair harder, using it to control the angle of my body as he fucked me. The sensation was almost too much to bear—the combination of his cock filling me, his hand mauling my tit, and the sting of each smack against my ass was driving me wild.

I could feel my orgasm building again, my pussy clenching around him as his strokes grew more frantic. "Cum for me," he grunted, his breath hot in my ear. "Let me feel that sweet little pussy milk me dry."

The words sent me over the edge, and I came with a scream, my body shaking and spasming around his thick cock. He groaned, his own orgasm following shortly after, filling me with his warm cum. The feeling was intense, the sensation of being so completely filled by him making me feel more connected to him than I had ever felt to anyone before.

He held me there for a moment, his cock still inside me, our breathing heavy and ragged. Then, with a gentle kiss to my neck, he pulled out and turned me around to face him. "Good girl," he murmured, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "You did so well."

My knees were shaking, and I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my cheeks. But it wasn’t from pain—it was from the intensity of the emotions that had just overwhelmed me. "Kael," I whispered, my voice trembling. "What's happening to me?"

He looked down at me, his eyes full of something I couldn’t quite read—desire, satisfaction, maybe even a hint of concern. "You're just feeling the aftermath," he said, his voice gentle. "It's normal."

He took the towel and dried me off, his touch surprisingly tender. My body was still trembling, my pussy sore and sensitive from his rough treatment. As he wrapped the towel around me, I leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth and strength. His arms enveloped me, and for a moment, the world outside the steamy bathroom ceased to exist.

Let's get you into bed," he murmured, his voice soothing. "You've had quite the evening."

But as he picked me up, carrying me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, my mind snapped back to reality. "Kael," I said, my voice shaking, "What about the party we were supposed to go to?"

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with passion and something else—possessiveness maybe. "The party can wait, baby," he murmured, laying me down on the bed. "You're more important to me right now."

But something was nagging at me, a question that had been bubbling up in the back of my mind. "Kael," I called out, my voice trembling slightly, "do you even love me?"

He froze, his eyes searching mine. For a brief moment, the lust and dominance in his gaze was replaced by something softer, something that made my heart flutter. "What?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I swallowed, the question feeling like it had taken all my courage to ask. "Do you love me?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Kael's expression softened, the fiery intensity in his eyes giving way to something more tender. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Sophia," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, "you're mine. That's all that matters."

But his words didn't answer my question, and the doubt remained, a heavy weight in my chest. "Is that all I am to you?" I pressed, my voice shaking with the need for reassurance. "A toy?"

Kael's expression grew serious as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes locking onto mine. "No, baby," he said, his voice softer than I had ever heard it before. "You're not just some toy. You're...you're everything to me."

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine as if looking for something. "You're the one who makes me feel alive," he continued, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek. "The one who makes me feel like I'm not just going through the motions."

I studied his face, trying to read the truth in his eyes. "But what does that mean?" I whispered, needing more than just words. "You say I'm everything, but what does that really mean to you?"

Kael took a moment before responding, his gaze intense and unwavering. "It means," he began, his voice low and earnest, "that I care about you in a way I've never cared about anyone else. It means that your happiness is my priority. That I want to be the one who makes you feel safe, who brings you pleasure, who takes away your pain." His thumb continued to trace my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine. "Everything, Sophia, means that I need you, that I want you, that I crave you. It means that without you, I'm nothing."

I stared at him, my heart racing. Despite the age gap, the power dynamic, and the chaos of the evening, his words felt genuine, a declaration that resonated deep within me. "But Kael," I said softly, "what about your mother?

He sighed, his eyes darkening slightly. "My mother...she's always had a soft spot for me," he admitted, his voice filled with a hint of bitterness. "But she's also incredibly protective. She doesn't always understand what I need."

I nodded, recalling the way she had looked at him earlier—how she had spoken to him with a gentle firmness that was so unlike the way she had addressed me. "But she talked to you differently," I said, the memory of her words echoing in my mind. "It was like she cared about what happened to you."

Kael's gaze softened, a small smile playing on his lips. "She does," he said, his voice filled with affection. "But she doesn’t understand this...this connection we have." He paused, stroking my cheek. "What we do is between us, baby. She doesn’t need to know everything."